The sun beats down on the sweaty bodies, their uniforms discarded, leaving them in boots and tight shirts, their cocks dangling freely. The drill sergeant, a burly, tattooed man, watches with lust as they do squats, their ass cheeks clenching and unclenching. He can't resist the urge to stroke his own cock, hidden beneath his shirt. The soldiers, now aware of his desire, exchange glances, a silent understanding passing between them. They know what's expected, what's wanted. And they're ready to give it, eager to feel each other's bare cocks sliding against their own.